From: dancingfool@rocketmail.com
Date: Thu, 24 Jul 1997 06:00:45 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Brother and Uncles
Brother and Uncles
dancingfool@rocketmail.com
Part 1
It's a while ago now since my brother Brian and I started doing the wild
thing together, but I remember the first time like it was yesterday -- it
was the best birthday present I've ever gotten! Brian is almost two years
older than I, and when we were teenagers I just about worshipped
him. Physically we were opposites: he was stocky and really muscular and
grew dark curly hair all over his chest, forearms, and legs really early,
while I took after mom's side of the family -- long and lean and lighter
coloring, and not as much hair, except on my legs. And where he was
naturally athletic, working out and playing ball, I was kind of a klutz
until I started ballet classes in high school -- but for that I was a
natural. It got me in trouble at school at first, but Brian made it clear
that anybody razzing me was asking for trouble, and nobody wanted to tangle
with him. He always supported my interest, and came to see the shows I was
in. But what really thrilled me was when he began to admire how my body was
developing so differently from his. So it's no wonder he was already my
hero, and when he grew a mustache his senior year -- not a wispy one either
-- I realized what I felt wasn't just admiration.
The summer before my senior year, and Brian had already been at college for
a year, and he home for the summer and working on a construction site. My
birthday was the last Monday before school began, the day Dad would get
back from his trip. On Sunday Brian took me down to Great America for the
day, and then planned to take me out to dinner back in the City. We'd had a
great day at the park, in spite of the heat and the crowds -- I love the
rollercoasters -- and came back to the house to clean up and dress before
going out. I was pretty hyped up, having spent the whole day on rides, and
with my hunky brother in nothing but shorts and a tank. I couldn't get over
how good he looked -- tanned from a summer working in the sun, the straps
of the tank stretching over his huge pecs, the hair curling around the
armholes of the tank and under the hem of his shorts. He was going back to
school next week, and I really wanted something to happen but didn't know
how to start it. We were pretty high when we got back to the house, and I
jumped into the shower first. I came out to dry myself off in our bedroom,
and he hopped in. Once I was dry I didn't want to get dressed yet, and I
sprawled on his bed, trying to think of some way to provoke him. I rolled
over on my stomach and started rooting around in the drawer in his
nightstand, and there was his little black book! This should provide some
clues: he never mentioned a girlfriend, and I had my suspicions -- and the
way he'd been telling me how good I was looking on stage, how long and
strong my legs were getting, gave me some reason to hope. But I was so
intent on finding something out I didn't even hear the shower stop.
"Hey, what have you got there?" came Brian's stern voice from the door,
where he was still drying himself off.
"Uh, nothing," I said, shoving the book under the pillow.
"Oh, yeah, it is," he said, "that's my black book! Trying to find something
out about your big brother, are you?" And with that he answered my prayers
and tackled me on the bed. We wrestled furiously for a few minutes,
starting to sweat again almost immediately. He got the book from me but we
continued to grapple until he had me on my back, straddling my hips and
pinning my wrists to the bed. We both had boners by this time, and I was
trembling with excitement and anticipation. I was still writhing to get
free, and not realizing he had stopped and was just waiting for me to
concede defeat, I gave myself away by grinding my cock up against his
crotch. He started a long slow grin that finally reached his ears,
stretching his mustache wide -- he looked so gorgeous I thought I'd pass
out.
"You really like this, don't you, Bro?" he asked, looking straight into my
eyes through his wet curls from about four inches away. I was afraid to
answer and looked back at him trying to see any hint of malice in his blue
eyes.
"Uh, yeah," I finally whispered. He slowly leaned down and kissed me,
grinding his rigid cock against my belly and forcing his tongue between my
lips. I gave him no resistance, sucking his tongue into my mouth and
relaxing my body completely.
He pulled back and whispered "Is that what you want?"
My heart was pounding as I answered, a bit louder, "Oh god, yes, Brian."
"Then that's what you'll get, little brother," he said softly, releasing my
wrists and sitting up. I almost came right then, but managed to hold off.
"What do you want -- you want to suck me?" he asked, huskily, trembling
too. We both looked down to the rampant fuckhorn standing up out of his
bush. I didn't even answer, but scrambled out from under him and dived onto
his beautiful cock as he knelt in front of me. On my knees and gripping his
massive thighs, I sucked the big head in immediately and then tried to
swallow the rest of the shaft as it broadened to more than two and a half
inches at the base. After only four or five strokes he grabbed my head,
groaned, and pumped a huge wad of hot semen into my eagerly sucking
mouth. I swallowed, and he filled my mouth again. I continued to suck his
massive pole, and then pulled off to lick the stray drops out of his pubic
hair and off his enormous balls, wanting every drop of his sweet
brothercum. He kept his hands on my head, closing his eyes and moaning
softly.
When I straightened up, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was
slowing down to normal. He opened his eyes to find me looking him in the
face. He smiled and pushed me onto my back, bent down and sucked my cock
into his mouth. Just seeing my cock disappear Brian's mouth was almost too
much for me, and when his finger found my asshole I practically yelled out
my orgasm, filling his throat with spurt after spurt of cum. He didn't lose
a drop, but swallowed it all, and then grinned up at me. Seeing him eagerly
drinking my cum kept me completely hard.
"Happy birthday, Bro! Now that that's over we can take our time, huh?" I
nodded eagerly. He lifted my knees, spreading my thighs apart, and began to
lick my balls. I jerked and lurched on the bed, raising my hips to give him
access to my asshole. When his tongue just touched my pucker I thought I
would die from pleasure, and then he began to press it inward, his mustache
tickling my balls, his tongue digging further and further into my pussy. I
moaned and spread my ass cheeks wide. Then he pulled out and sucked two of
his thick fingers into his mouth, coating them with his viscous spit. "Just
let go, Bro -- you're going to love this." he said, inserting his big
middle finger into my ass pucker. My sphincter spasmed at his entry, and he
waited, just moving it gently. In a minute my ass ring relaxed and he slid
the whole finger in. "See, little brother? -- you're a natural!" he laughed
as he slowly pumped the finger in and out. Before I realized it both
fingers were going in together, and then a third, and except for my stiff
cock arching up over my belly, I was completely relaxed. "I think you're
ready, Bro -- we'll take this real slow. Just tell me to stop when it
hurts. Now raise those narrow little hips," he ordered, and slid a pillow
in under my ass. Then he straightened up on his knees between my spread
thighs, spat into his palm, and, smiling down at me, added it to the precum
already lubricating his rigid fuckpole. When he bent over me and put his
bulbous cockhead against my asshole I whimpered with anticipation. He
lowered his body onto mine, kissing me gently at first, and then pushing
his powerful tongue into my open mouth, while at the same time slowly
pushing his thick penis into my ass. When it was about halfway in there was
a stab of pain, and I tensed around his massive girth. He stopped, looking
into my eyes and stroking my hair, and said, "It's okay little brother. I
love you -- I won't hurt you." Then he pulled it out just a millimeter and
began rocking in and out a millimeter at a time to help me relax. Like me,
he was sweating pretty hard now, and I inhaled the pungent musk of his
armpits. Suddenly the pain was gone and a delicious peppery feeling took
over as I realized my gorgeous stud brother was finally making my dream
come true, fucking his enormous manmeat into my hole. I reached around and
grabbed his hairy ass cheeks and pulled him the rest of the way into my
body in one stroke, till I could feel his thick bush against my
asscrack. "I'm all the way in, Bro -- I'm finally fucking your beautiful
ballet-boy ass!" he said, grinning happily. He wrapped his arms around me
and kissed me again, grinding his hips into my ass cheeks, and I wrapped my
legs around his narrow waist and my arms around his neck. "So fuck me
already, big brother," I whispered into his ear. He raised himself up on
his hands and knees, and I spread my thighs as far apart as they would go
to give him total access to my pussy. "Those legs are made to spread,
aren't they, Bro?" he laughed, looking down and admiring the way my tight
ass ring was swallowing his fat brothercock. He began to pound his fucktool
into me, slamming his pelvis against my ass, grunting like an animal but
looking me in the face the whole time. Keeping one hand on his hip, I
grabbed my rampant cock and began jerking it, looking up into his face,
knowing we were as close as two brothers can be. After just a few strokes
my balls tightened against the base of my cock, and I cried out, "I'm
cumming, Brian -- I'm cumming with you in my ass!" And as I shot my load
onto my stomach, he groaned, "Me too, Bro, I'm filling your cunt with
brother spunk!" His face convulsed with the ecstasy of his climax, and he
rammed his spasming fucker deep into me, pumping spurt after spurt of his
hot semen into my asshole.
He lowered himself onto me, gasping for breath and smearing my sticky load
between our bellies. I could feel his heart pumping, both in the root of
his cock, still hard inside me, and in his pecs, pressed against my
chest. I inhaled the delicious smell of cum and sweat, and started licking
the sweat off his brow, my ankles hooked over his back. He raised his head
and looked at me, leaning on his elbow, and said, "I've dreamed about this
for so long, Bro. I knew you'd be a hot fuck -- I just didn't know you'd be
that hot! Or that I'd ever find out!" "Oh god, Brian," I answered, "I've
dreamed about you since I was 15." "Well, I know when I first knew I wanted
you, Bro," he replied. "You remember that show you did where you had to
wear white tights? And you came out near the beginning and stood with your
back to the audience? I took a look at your gorgeous ballet-boy ass and
your long legs, and ever since then I've had incest on my mind!" "That was
over a year ago, Brian!" I said, "Why didn't you do something?" "Well, I
didn't know you wanted it, did I?" he reasonably responded. "But I know
what to do now -- make up for lost time!" he said, flexing his fat
brotherfucker in my ass. "I've wasted gallons of spunk thinking of you, but
now every drop in my balls is going down your throat or up your ass -- if
you want it" he added hesitantly, raising his eyebrows in a
question. "Every way we can do it, Bro," I smiled, "Every day of my life!"
Part 2
I have to tell you about the time my brother Brian and I visited our uncles
in New York. The summer after I graduated, we decided to take a road trip
together. Our feelings for each other had finally spilled over the previous
summer, and we'd been having sex for the last year, but only when he was
home from college, and trying to screw with your Dad upstairs isn't
ideal. So it was practically like a honeymoon: we were going to spend a
month together, seeing the country, staying in motels, and fucking like
rabbits. But one of our main goals was to visit Dad's brothers, our uncles
Eric and Brad. We hadn't seen them for about six years, but we knew they
had always lived together, and the older we got the more intriguing it
sounded. They had always sent the family Christmas cards, and us boys
birthday cards, but they were so far away, on the opposite coast, that we
hardly knew them. Dad never seemed to want to talk about them, and of
course we couldn't ask what we really wanted to know. So Brian got in touch
with them and asked if we could drop in on them on our trip. It turned out
that they were really eager to see us, and Uncle Brad said they could put
us up for as long as we wanted to stay.
We figured it would take about a week of pretty hard driving to get from
California to New York, but the nights more than made up for the
days. Brian was so much more relaxed after a year away from home, and he
was thrilled to be out on the road with me, who he knew just about
worshipped him. I realized by the end of the second day I was completely in
love with him -- my own brother!
We drove over the George Washington Bridge at about 4:30 the afternoon of
our seventh day on the road and made our way to LaSalle Street, on the edge
of Harlem, just north of Columbia University: six tower blocks in a green
park. It was a New York summer all right, nearly 90 degrees and blinding
sunshine. There were open fire hydrants all the way down through Harlem,
kids playing in them and adults sitting around the edges in folding
chairs. We were in tanks and shorts, with all the windows open, and both
pretty excited, not knowing exactly what we would find, but knowing our
welcome would be warm in any event. Uncle Brad answered the buzzer, "Hi
guys! Come on up -- sixth floor, end of the hall." It was deliciously cool
in the building, and when we got out of the elevator we could see that the
door at the end of the hall was already open. Standing in the doorway, in
nothing but cutoffs, was a Greek-Italian god!
Uncle Brad really looked like an older version of Brian -- same muscles and
curly hair all over -- and a really bushy mustache with three days' worth
of beard stubble. "It's about time you guys showed up here," he said with
an enormous grin showing perfect teeth, "and I don't just mean today!" He
shook Brian's hand, grasping him by the elbow, and then turned to me. As he
took my hand he looked me in the eye and I suddenly felt totally naked. His
eyes narrowed for a second, like he knew what I was feeling, and then he
smiled again and said, "So you're the ballet dancer" -- his eyes flickered
up and down my body -- "well, you've got the legs for it. How about a hug
for your uncle?" He held out his arms and I fell into his bear-like
embrace. He smelled incredible -- no cologne or anything, just a clean man
on a hot day -- and my cock jumped. When Uncle Brad stepped back, I caught
my breath and looked over at Brian; he just grinned and arched an eyebrow
at me.
"Come and greet your other uncle," said Uncle Brad, and gestured toward the
kitchen, just inside the front door. There was Uncle Eric, up to his elbows
in a bowl of hamburger. He was in shorts and a muscle-tee, which
accentuated his pecs and shoulders and the hair bursting through the
collar. "Ho there, nephews -- sorry I can't shake, but I've gotta get these
ready for the grill if there's going to be any dinner tonight!" he said. He
was almost identical to Uncle Brad, but with longer hair and clean-shaven
besides the mustache. But there was something different from his brother
about him, and as I drank him in I felt an instant bond, like it wasn't
going to take any time to get to know him. "Show those boys their room,
Bro, and help me out with this salad," said Uncle Eric. "Right, boss"
replied Uncle Brad, slapping his brother's butt, and, taking our single
suitcase, he led us down the hall, past a big bedroom with a king-size bed,
to a smaller bedroom with two twin beds. "The closet's empty," he said,
managing to make it sound suggestive, "so you can hang up anything you need
to. And the top drawer of the dresser is yours, so make yourselves
comfy. There are towels in the bathroom, and happy hour is in five
minutes." He paused in the doorway, and then said with a smirk, "And feel
free to push those beds together if you'll be more comfortable." And he
disappeared.
Brian and I stared at each other open-mouthed. "Are you thinking what I'm
thinking, little Bro?" he said in a low voice. "Yeah, I think so -- and I
don't think this is usually a bedroom," I replied, "so you know what that
means -- they share that bed!" Brian reached for me and pulled me into his
arms, giving me an instant hardon. "I knew we weren't the only brothers who
felt like this," he said, " -- looks like it runs in the family!" And
grabbing my hips in his huge hands and pressing our crotches together, he
put his lips on mine and pushed his tongue down my throat. I wrapped myself
around him, trying to swallow him whole. Finally we disentangled ourselves
and staggered into the bathroom to clean up for dinner. While Brian was at
the sink, I realized I could just see down the hallway into the kitchen,
and I couldn't believe what I was seeing -- Uncle Brad was standing behind
Uncle Eric and reaching up under his shirt! I couldn't hear what they were
saying, but Uncle Eric was laughing and repelling his brother's advances.
When we got out to the living room, there were four glasses of wine on the
table. The windows were all open, there was plenty of breeze up here on the
sixth floor, and the room was full of huge plants whose roots seemed to be
crawling into the carpet. I wasn't used to wine, but when Uncle Brad said,
"You guys are oenophiles, aren't you?" his wicked grin made us answer,
"sure," without asking what he was talking about. Uncle Eric came out from
the kitchen saying "There, that stuff can wait till we're ready," and Uncle
Brad raised his glass to propose a toast: "Here's to family reunions." The
pink wine was sweet and delicious and I drank almost half the glass at
once. Brian and Uncle Eric settled in chairs and I sprawled on the couch
with Uncle Brad. They started asking Brian about college, and me about
graduation and the shows I was performing in, and we talked for a while,
getting more relaxed and comfortable. But I was having trouble
concentrating with Uncle Brad practically naked on the couch next to me,
his legs spread wide apart. The wine had taken care of my shyness, and now
I took a really good look at this incredible hunk, admiring how the hair
swirled around his nipples and over abs I could count, and how small the
wineglass looked in his great fist. He caught me checking him out and
smiled again. "It looks like you boys know what's what -- am I right?" he
said. My appetite disappeared, replaced by butterflies. "W-what do you
mean, Uncle Brad?" I stammered. He put his hand on my thigh -- his fingers
an inch from my stiffening cock -- and said, "I think you two are carrying
on a family tradition -- you love your brother, don't you?" I looked down
at his hand, blushing furiously. "You boys have discovered the wild thing,
haven't you?" was his next question. There was a pause, and finally Brian
rescued me, saying kind of sheepishly, "Yea, we first did it on his
birthday last year, just before I went back to college." "Well, that's
great," said Uncle Eric putting his hand on Brian's shoulder. "We could
tell just looking at you that you boys were different. So you both know
nobody loves you like your brother." "Maybe you'll join us for a little
brotherly love then," said Uncle Brad, moving his hand up my thigh to grope
my raging hardon. I lurched and grabbed his hand, pressing it harder into
my crotch. "I think dinner can wait -- what do you say?" he continued. "Uh,
yea," was all I could gasp out.
"Right," said Uncle Eric, standing up and pulling Brian up out of his
chair. "Last one out of his clothes and in the bed is a rotten egg!" I
don't even remember walking down the hall, or taking anything off, but
suddenly I was naked on my back on the cool sheets, clothes all over the
floor, with three hot studs on top of me! Uncle Brad pinned me down and
explored my whole mouth with his huge tongue, grinding his hips against me,
while Brian and Uncle Eric crawled all over each other beside us, and then
Brian turned to kiss me. Uncle Eric had his hand just barely around the
thick base of Brian's fuckhorn and held it up to Uncle Brad, saying, "Check
this out, Bro -- I think you've met your match in the thickness
department!" Uncle Brad stared, first at Brian's tapering prong and then at
me, and said incredulously, "You can take that whole thing up your narrow
little ass?" "As much as he can give me," I grinned back.
"I can always spot a bottom," said Uncle Brad, "and I could tell you were
born to it the minute I saw you." Uncle Eric opened a drawer in the
nightstand crammed with lubes and dildoes, and took out a bottle. "It's
okay, Unc," I said, "Brian's got the most incredible jerking spit." And
Brian was already lubing up his huge pole with his own spit and precum. My
uncles took my legs and spread them apart, shoving a pillow under my ass,
and Brian positioned himself over me, the head of his cock pressing against
my pucker. He smiled down at me and said, "Here I come again, little
brother," and slowly pressed the head of his cock into me. He gave me a
moment to relax, and then started pushing in the rest of his fat
brotherfucker. Uncle Brad and Uncle Eric stared as my brother's cock
disappeared into my ass, my asshole stretching further and further until
his wiry pubes were pressed against my upturned ass cheeks. Brian kissed
me, mashing his lips and mustache against my smooth face and thrusting his
tongue into my mouth, and then began pumping his studcock into me. Both our
uncles were fully erect by now and their thick sausages were drooling
precum. Uncle Brad knelt over my head, his drooling cock arching up over my
face, and began punching my tits as my brother fucked me. I was tweaking
Brian's nipples, and Uncle Eric got behind him and began rimming
him. Almost as soon as Uncle Eric's tongue touched his asshole, Brian
groaned and pumped an enormous load into me -- at least six or seven jets
of thick brothercum.
"That was a little too fast -- you boys are just too hot," said Uncle Brad,
but Brian reassured him, "Don't worry, Unc, it's not over yet." Without
stopping, he continued to pump his fuckpole into me, saying, "This little
slut can drain me three times in a row -- I can't even help it."
"This is too hot for me, Bro," said Uncle Brad to Uncle Eric, "You ready
for big brother?" "Come on home, Brad!" replied his brother. Uncle Eric was
already lubing up his own ass pucker and he lay on his back next to me,
putting his huge arm around my shoulders. Brian stopped fucking my hole
long enough to watch as Uncle Brad grabbed Uncle Eric's ankles and slid all
nine inches of his fucker into his brother's willing man-pussy. Just
watching my big hairy uncle take his butch brother all the way into his ass
tripped my wire, and I moaned and came all over my stomach. Uncle Eric
laughed, squeezing my shoulders, and said "Nothing like it, is there,
nephew?" When Uncle Brad bottomed out in his brother's ass, he grinned and
kissed him, saying, "Back in the saddle, Bro!" He pumped Uncle Eric's ass
gently for a minute and then began to increase the tempo, slamming his hips
against Uncle Eric's massive glutes, his giant balls slapping against his
brother's hairy crack. Uncle Eric, still gripping my shoulders, began
jacking himself with his other hand, yelling, "Yea, fuck me Bro, fuck me
good!" Brian was pumping my pussy again, matching Uncle Brad stroke for
stroke, and when Uncle Eric suddenly shot a great river of semen over his
huge pecs, it sent Brian over the edge and he shot another huge wad into my
ass. Uncle Brad joined their groans as he filled his brother's ass-cunt
with his own load.
Panting, our brothers rested in our arms for a few minutes before Uncle
Brad looked over at me and said, "Ready for another round, nephew?" My cock
sprang up rigid against Brian's belly, and he laughed and said, "He'll wear
us all out, Uncle." Uncle Brad slowly pulled his still rigid fuckhorn out
of his brother as Brian gently pulled out of me. Taking my ankles and
positioning himself between my legs, he positioned his bulbous cockhead
against my hole. Slowly he pushed the whole length in as Brian's two loads
oozed out around the shaft, matting his bushy pubes and dripping down his
enormous balls. Brian's shaft is thicker, but Uncle Brad's cockhead was
going farther up my chute than I had ever felt before, and I was in
heaven. He let his full weight crush me into the mattress, gently churning
his fucker in my ass and thrusting his tongue down my throat -- I'd never
been so full of man in my life! Then he raised himself up and began driving
the shaft farther and farther up my ass, grunting with each thrust. Brian
looked over at Uncle Eric and raised his eyebrows. "Whaddya say, Uncle?" he
asked. "Come and get it, big boy!" was the answer, and he lay back and
offered Brian his dripping ass-cunt. Brian crawled over Uncle Brad's legs
and completed the circle by pushing his fucker into our uncle. Uncle Brad
grinned over at Brian and asked, "How do you like my brother's pussy,
nephew?" "Almost as much as you like my brother's pussy, uncle," he shot
back. "Sharing -- that's what families are for," said Uncle Brad, and then
began ramming his pole into me in earnest. I could feel his great heavy
balls slapping my ass, and his enormous cockhead somewhere under my
navel. I was writhing and wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms
around his neck, yelling, "Fuck, yea, Uncle Brad, fuck me harder!" "You
really can't get enough, can you, boy?" said my uncle, and then began the
groan that culminated in his violent climax in my ass.
Panting and covered with sweat, he lay down on top of me, my ankles hooked
over his back, and we watched our brothers fuck. Both of them were sweating
like horses, and the reek of musk and semen filled the room. Brian's chest
hair was smeared with cum from Uncle Eric's chest, and Uncle Eric was
thrusting his ass up to meet Brian's downstrokes, staring straight into his
eyes, and growling through his teeth, "Come on nephew, ram it up there,
fuck your uncle good!" Brian gasped and froze, closing his eyes, his cock
visibly pumping his third load into Uncle Eric's ass. Brian finally relaxed
and collapsed on top of him, and Uncle Eric stroked his soaking back and
ass, licking the sweat from his face.
"Now, that's what I call a fuck!" said Uncle Eric when Brian got his breath
back. "In fact, it's got me hot enough to do what I almost never do," he
said, looking over at me. "You still ready to spread those ballerina legs,
nephew?" "For sure, Uncle Eric! -- you wanna fuck me too?" I said, hardly
believing my luck. "Go for it, Bro!" said Uncle Brad, pulling his still
bloated horsecock out of me. My ass was sore by now, but I was too excited
to care. Brian raised himself up off Uncle Eric and pulled his fat cock out
of his ass; I opened my legs again and Uncle Eric got on all fours over
me. This time Brian guided Uncle Eric's fat cockhead into my crack, and my
uncle plowed into me in one long thrust. The semen from the three loads
already inside me lubed his shaft as it sank in, and he grinned at me and
said, "You call this sloppy thirds or sloppy fourths, kid?" "If you count
what Brian put up there this morning, Unc, it's at least sloppy fifths!" I
said. He slowly pumped his great cock in and out of me, squeezing out semen
on each upstroke, and our brothers watched the connection between mancock
and boybutt, mesmerized. I began jerking my cock again as my uncle slowly
fucked me, and Brian reached between our bodies to stroke my balls, the way
he can always bring me off. Uncle Brad got down behind his brother and
began rimming his sloppy asshole, slurping up the loads he and my brother
had just put up there. When his own cock was rigid again, he got up on his
knees and shoved it back into his brother's ass, adding another two hundred
pounds to the fucking I was getting. With one hand he reached around to
play with his brother's tits, and with the other he grabbed the root of his
brother's cock and squeezed his big balls as he was fucking me. At the same
time he put his chin on his brother's shoulder and kept a stream of dirty
talk into his ear: "That's right, Bro, hammer that hot little fuckhole! Ram
your studcock up in there and add your load to mine and Brian's! Show the
little slut how to take his uncle's cock like a man!" It was like having
both of them fuck me at once! Uncle Eric lasted a few more minutes with his
brother's encouragement, but when Brian's stroking and Uncle Eric's fucking
sent me over the edge, tightening my cunt around his shaft, he moaned and
emptied his balls into my overflowing rectum. He lowered himself onto me,
smearing my cum between our bellies. Uncle Brad pulled out of his brother,
and he and Brian leaned back against the headboard, their arms around each
other, watching us come back to earth. I continued to milk Uncle Eric's
cock with my sphincter, and he said, laughing, "Haven't you had enough yet,
you little slut?" "I don't think he can get enough, Uncle," said Brian, "he
sure never says tells me to stop!" "Well, we'll see if we can get him to
say 'uncle'," said Uncle Brad with a wicked leer at me. "In the meantime,
anybody hungry yet? Let's hit the showers!"
Part 3
Uncle Eric pulled his cock out of me and rolled over on his back beside me,
his head between his brother's legs. Uncle Brad stroked his chest and said,
"Pretty hot shootin', pardner! You want to get those burgers on, while I
shower?"
While Uncle Brad showered, Uncle Eric went out to the kitchen, still
covered with sweat and cum, to put the burgers under the broiler. Brian and
I staggered into the other bathroom to shower. Under the hot water Brian
soaped me up. As he gently washed out my aching asshole with two fingers,
he said "I bet you're sore down here now -- huh, Bro! Grinning happily I
nodded. "But you got what you need, didn't you?" he continued. "Yep," I
replied happily. "Those guys aren't any thicker than me, but they're longer
-- you gonna be okay?" "I think I can handle it," I said. I took the soap
from him and lathered him up all over, loving my brother's gorgeous body
with every stroke, and lingering over his great thick cock. "Ow -- hey,
careful with that," he winced, without pulling away, "I think it's going to
get a lot more use in the near future!"
We joined our uncles at the table, all wearing just shorts -- it was too
hot for anything more. Uncle Eric dished up the meal and we attacked it,
famished. The wine and conversation flowed, the ice being pretty well
broken by then, and I thought I'd never been so happy in my life: I was on
the road with my favorite person in the world, and we were in a place where
we not only didn't have to hide our unorthodox relationship, but could
actually flaunt it.
At the end of the meal we all leaned back in our chairs, sated for the
moment and just enjoying each other's shirtless bodies. "Hey, nephew," said
Uncle Brad, "there's something I always wanted to try with my brother --
maybe you can help us."
"Sure, Unc," I said, my curiosity aroused. "What is it?"
"Well, you seem to have a bottomless ass -- you think you could take two
cocks at once?" My cock sprang up fully erect.
"Yeah, he'd love that," Brian answered for me. "I've thought of it too, but
I didn't see any way to manage it."
"I know you'd probably rather have your brother's be one of the cocks
inside you, continued Uncle Brad, but he's already as thick as two
together. But you'll still have another hole to fill!" Uncle Brad stood up
from the table and dropped his cutoffs, having a little trouble getting
them off his huge hardon. The rest of us followed suit, and then followed
him down the hall, four erections bobbing almost in unison.
"He's going to need some warming up -- nobody here is small" said Uncle
Brad, taking charge as usual. "Why don't you use that fat horn of yours to
loosen up your brother's hole, while I get my brother in the mood?" Uncle
Eric was already as hard as his big brother and dripping precum, so I don't
know what Uncle Brad thought he needed, but I guess it was as good an
excuse as any! So Uncle Eric and I lay down side by side on the bed, our
legs pulled up and our knees leaning against each other, and Brian and
Uncle Brad stood at the foot, lubing up their brotherfuckers with spit and
precum. Brian crawled up over me, grinning, and said, "Just knowing how
much cock you're gonna take in a minute is making me too hot! I love
watching you get what you want! Ready or not, here I come!" At the familiar
touch of my brother's cockhead on my hole, my sphincter relaxed and almost
sucked his cock into my body. Slowly he pushed it in, giving me time to
adjust as the girth increased all the way to the root, until finally he was
all the way into me, his huge balls pushed into my hairy asscrack, his hips
tight against my buns.
Next to us our uncles were mirroring us, Uncle Brad looking into his
brother's eyes as he slowly eased inch after inch into his hungry ass
pucker. Uncle Eric was gripping his brother's wrists on either side of his
hips, and pressing his ass up into his brother's crotch, gritting his teeth
and looking back into his brother's eyes as they shared every millimeter of
the progress of cock into asshole. Brian had started to pump me already,
and Uncle Brad looked over at him and said, "Yea, go ahead and pump a big
load into your brother's cunt and lube it up for us." I was grabbing
Brian's hips to slam his cock deeper into my as with each stroke, and after
only a few minutes of fucking his massive balls pulled up to the root of
his cock; he closed his eyes and blasted an enormous brotherload into
me. With his hard cock still in my pussy, I started jerking my own cock and
quickly shot a wad on my stomach. Uncle Brad slowly pulled his cock out of
Uncle Eric, and scooping up all the cum off my belly in his great paw,
gently lubed up his brother's thick shaft with it. Brian churned his load
around in my cunt with his still-hard fucker, and then pulled out of me.
"Okay, son," said Uncle Brad, "get up here and squat down over your uncle's
meat." As he held up his brother's rigid cock for me, I straddled Uncle
Eric's hips, facing him, and slowly lowered myself onto his massive
fucker. I watched his face as his penis slipped further and further into my
cunt, lubed by my load and my brother's load. Then I felt Uncle Brad's
fingers stretching my asslips, loosening me up even further around his
brother's cock.
"Brian -- give me a little help here and hold your brother's pussy open for
me," he said. Brian got down next to him and used two fingers to stretch my
asshole wide for Uncle Brad as he pressed his bulbous cockhead against his
brother's thick cockshaft and slowly but surely jammed his cock in beside
his brother's, gripping my shoulders. Looking back over my shoulder I could
see my brother's cock was throbbing and drooling again at the sight of my
ass stuffed so full of cock.
"That's the way, son, just relax," said Uncle Brad, "It's almost all the
way in." I was used to Brian's thick cockroot stretching my sphincter, but
I'd never had my ass so full of cock, and it felt great! Finally Uncle
Brad's balls were pressing up against his brother's, his hairy chest and
belly against my back as he looked over my shoulder at his brother.
Uncle Eric said, "Shit, Bro, I can feel your head rubbing against mine!
It's gonna bring me off! He was squeezing my balls in one hand and stroking
my cock with the other as his brother provided the fucking for both of
them, and my cock was so hard I thought it would break. Brian quickly stood
up over Uncle Eric's head and offered me his drooling cock to suck. I
eagerly gobbled him down, one hand on his balls and the other around his
massive root, slurping down his semen. I was in heaven: my brother's cock
filling my mouth (and then some), my Uncle Eric stroking and squeezing my
rigid cock and balls, my Uncle Brad wrapped around my body and pinching my
nips, and both uncles' cocks stretching and pounding my asshole wide open.
Uncle Brad's groans in my ear became more urgent as he rubbed against his
brother's cockhead deep in my asscunt, and Brian was gripping my head with
both hands and moaning louder and louder as he eagerly fucked his cock deep
into my throat. But the first to cum was Uncle Eric, as his brother's fat
cockhead rubbed against his own deep in my ass. His grip tightened on my
cock, and I spurted my load all over his chest and face. My moans were
stifled against Brian's crotch, but knowing what was happening sent him
over the edge, and he filled my mouth with spurt after spurt of thick
brother semen. Watching Brian's face convulse tripped Uncle Brad's wire,
and, gripping my body tighter than ever, and added his own thick load to
his brother's deep in my ass.